OT: 10 years ago on Sunday was Snowmageddon....

The city and state leadership has learned their lesson after that.

I stayed home but my friend was on the road for 20 hours and wound up falling asleep and totaling his truck a few miles from home.

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Too many yankee transplants in Atlanta. If you grew up in GA you’d know to avoid Atlanta like the plague if there’s even a hint that it might snow.

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The real problem was all the businesses in Atlanta letting their employees leave way too late and all at the same time. Put literally every working person in ATL on the interstates at the same time.

Also, IIRC, a lot of forecasts didn’t have us getting snow that day.

Would you like me to bump the thread?

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My boss at the time was a yankee transplant from CHicago, I told him straight up, man to man, you need to leave now. He played the yankee card "its just a little snow". I said have fun with that, I'm leaving early. I got home just fine. He spent 17 hours getting from Brookhaven to Marietta.

Yankees don't understand that Atlanta doesn't have 700 snow plows and salt trucks like Chicago, Kansas City, New York, Detroit, Philly, et al, do.

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I keep reading about snow.
There wasn't snow.
It was ice.

Yankees can drive on snow.
No one can drive on ice.

Ever since then, the brine trucks have been active. We most likely will never have an incident like that ever again. Brine is the magic juice for an icing like that.

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Whatever saline you put on the road is washed off or significantly diluted before the frozen precip even starts.

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It hasn't failed the past 10 years.
I was just up in North Carolina last weekend. It was raining. But once we hit elevation, the brine was working. Snow everywhere. But the roads were good (it hadn't refrozen despite being 10 degrees).

It was a hotel in the woods.

Built by a famous engineer.

Facilities were fine.
Service sucked because it was a hotel in the woods at 5 degrees Fahrenheit with snow every where. For as much as we wanted to complain, the fact that they had 1 worker at the hotel felt like a miracle.

No. He did things for train stations and bridges in New york.

She was a 20 year old girl working alone at the hotel from 8am to 9pm every day.
Our first morning (not knowing the employment situation at the hotel) we waited until 8am for her to setup coffee and breakfast (bagels and muffins... the hotel has a full service restaurant/bar with ballrooms. It was practically The Shining. No one was working any of the hotel amenities. Every expected amenity was a failure).

The Shining is a good story.

I should write it someday.

At the hotel, we had to go up a level of stairs and then down a hall and then back down a level of stairs to get to our hotel rooms.
2 of our rooms were down 2 flights of stairs.
In order to remember how to get back to the lobby, I had to ask myself "what is the most retarded, illogical way of getting out of here". And of course, that would work. Didn't George Costanza want to be an architect?